A Little Training by Abbie AdamsSix months of training. Six months to find a placement. Three years with a Daddy. Fifty-thousand dollars - No Kidding. Adult ageplay.
That is the short of it. The contract I signed- well I don't think words could describe it. I essentially gave up the rights to my body for the next four years. "-you truly have nothing to fear unless you disobey. If you are good girls you will be rewarded. But, if you are naughty, you will be spanked or punished. You will learn as you go along. As will we all, I suppose. Right now, all you need to know is that you must obey all of the adults or men in our home."Trace locked his gray-blue eyes on mine until I looked away. I thought he was challenging me until I noticed he made the same eye contact with all the girls.
"You will only call me Daddy, and the other men- Uncle. As you get to know them you may call them Uncle Matt or such but you must always use the respectful term Uncle. Are there any questions on this?"
"A Little Training" is a work of contemporary age-play erotica, which includes both consensual and non -consensual spankings, and anal training. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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A Little Training (Sample Chapter)
Six months of training. Six months to find a placement. Three years with a Daddy. Fifty-thousand dollars - No Kidding.
© Abbie Adams and Blushing Publications, 2013
I keep looking at these blank pages not knowing where to begin. I can't believe I have been given such a luxury as this beautiful notebook full of blank writing paper- and a place to keep it. I should probably back up. I was excited when the playroom was opened to us. Well, all of us but Sara. She was not allowed in because she was in trouble but I guess that is another story.
We were so excited to finally be able to explore the dreamy playroom. There was an area for playing with baby dolls or stuffed animals, a huge doll house, and an arts and crafts station. But best of all there was a place for playing school or office, with desks, a chalk board, books and paper. That was where I found the beautiful notebook and pens. Of course, I immediately claimed it as my own. I hugged it to my chest afraid one of the other two girls would want to take it from me.
I knew Erin wouldn't have been so mean. But Caity was spiteful, just like Sara. Thankfully, Sara wasn't around and Caity was busy checking out the dollhouse. I no longer wanted to do anything but find a corner and hide with the note book and write until my heart was content. But, I was afraid that was never to happen at least not here.
If I started to pay too much attention to the book or writing in it, surely the other girls would want to see what I was doing and read it. If I did write in it where could I hide it? There were cameras in every room. I knew I couldn't hide from Daddy or the men. Perhaps I could ask him. It wasn't something bad I wanted, I just wanted a place to release my pent up thoughts and emotions.
It wasn't like Daddy was showing me favoritism, but in a way he had. I can't believe how much easier it has gotten to call him that. His name is Trace, but we—I mean, we girls –are only allowed to call him Daddy. I know I should probably start at the beginning. I'm getting there I swear. Crap, I'm not allowed to swear either.
So, I knew I didn't dare write anything here unless I had a plan in place to hide it. I wanted to so badly that I finally got up the courage to go right to Daddy.
He was in his office. The door wasn't closed all the way, so I assumed it was ok and knocked softly. He was so intimidating sitting there behind his massive mahogany desk. He is a large man anyway and I am very small at five feet one inch. I think he may be almost six and a half feet tall. He definitely makes me feel very childish even without having to spank me.
He seemed a bit surprised to see me and even a bit happy. I don't know if I can begin to explain the way it made me feel. He called me in and gestured for me to come to him.
"Hi, Baby Girl. Come here." He reached for me and pulled me up on his lap and folded me into his arms. "What is the matter? I thought you would be playing. You girls seemed so happy to be allowed in the playroom."
I snuggled into his chest enjoying the embrace. It was odd that it could be like this under the circumstances. The spicy scent of his aftershave filled my nose and combined with his lips at my temple, I was a bit overcome. I felt safe, loved and even like I belonged there. It was very confusing considering the fact that I knew I would not be able to stay with him.
"What's that you have there?" his question brought me back to why I had sought him out. I relaxed my hold on the spiral bound book and held it out so he could see it.
I sniffled. "It's a notebook, like a journal. I found it in the playroom." I looked at his sharp steel blue eyes as he looked at the book. "I wanted to have it… to write my private thoughts in. I love to write."
He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Everything in the playroom is for you girls. If you want it, it's yours."
I don't know why it was so hard for me, but I couldn't help it. I started crying like a big baby. Daddy rubbed my hair and my back and finally tipped my head back and demanded I explain whatever it was I was trying to say. And it still wouldn't come out.
"Alivia, enough. Say what it is, that is bothering you. Did you get in trouble?" his voice was very low and stern and I couldn't help but squirm. I hadn't done anything, but his voice and the memory of the times I had already been over his knee were enough to make my butt tingle.
"No. I just… It's just that I don't have a place of my own and I wanted to make sure it was ok… and I don't want the other girls to try to take it and read it." I sighed, hoping I had said it all the way I meant it.
"Oh, I see. You are afraid of others reading it? That is fine. I will tell the girls that from now on, your beds are off limits to each other, and if you pick out a desk in the playroom that will be off limits too, ok?"
I thanked Daddy right away for his concession. But, now that I am back here writing this all out, I am thinking it may not be enough. I should be really happy I got what I wanted but somehow I am not. I just don't trust either one—Sara or Caity. I know there are cameras in the rooms but really the guys are watching for bigger issues than someone trying to read my journal.
I am thinking now that if I can get up enough courage I will ask Daddy if I can keep it somewhere in his office. I am surprised that he didn't say anything about reading it. Him, I mean. I was afraid that if he allowed me to keep a journal he would demand to read it. We really don't have any privacy. Look how long it has taken us to be allowed clothes.
Oh right. I still have to tell you all of that. I guess I should go all the way back to the beginning. But, where is the beginning?
Well, there are different ways you could come to be here, as one of the girls I mean. I don't know how you get to be one of the men that work here. But the girls—some are here by choice, like me and Erin. And some are here because they have to be. Well everyone has somewhat of a choice.
I will try to explain as best I can, although some of it is not clear to me. Daddy—or Trace—has some kind of a business to train us to be little girls, for men who like grown-up little girls. I know, even though some people might think this is strange, to be honest—even if it is confusing—I like some aspects of it. I surely do not like being spanked and I don't like… wait—I am not going there.
Now, back to how I got to be here. It all started with an ad. I know so cliché right? Well, my mom is a waitress and has always worked at a small town bar and restaurant that features the best pizza in the county. Since she works so much I pretty much raised my little brother. It's pretty typical of this situation that you would think I would be dying to get a fancy college degree and not be like my mother… but somehow I missed the intelligent gene pool by a country mile. I don't know who my father is, if he was smart or not, or if I even have the same father as my brother.
Now Wes, he is a genius. Well, I don't know that for sure but in my book he is. He was the valedictorian, so maybe he got all the brainy bits in our family. I have always been a dreamer, I mean seriously. I don't know what a goal is. The only thing I have ever wanted was to find a way to pay for my brother's college. But, dang I really didn't want to have to get a job. I mean really!
Then I found the ad. Six months of training. Six months to find placement. Three years with a Daddy. Fifty-thousand dollars. No Kidding. That is the short of it. The contract I signed, well I don't think words could describe it. I essentially gave up the rights to my body for the next four years.
Now, there are other ways you can come here—like Sara. She was headed to prison for embezzling and was given this as an option. I don't know all the details. I just know that she has to basically serve her time here instead. I think Caity is here for something like prison too. Erin is here like me, for the money.
Now when I first came it was nothing like I expected. I don't think it was for any of us. This is a new thing and we are the first girls, so we all came on the same day.
Of course mom and Wes were mad at me for what I had done but once I signed the papers there was no turning back. Not that I really wanted to at that point. I was still curious.
I knew when the limousine arrived that I wasn't allowed to bring anything with me except one stuffed animal and the clothes on my back. A gentleman came to the door for me. I didn't know him at the time. Now he is Uncle Chris. He sat in the back with me, which made me that much more uncomfortable.
A lot of things ran through my head. I wondered then if he was to be my Daddy. He was rather good-looking in a plain, no-nonsense sort of way. He was very tall—well everyone is tall compared to me. He had reddish-brown, short curly hair and a nice tanned complexion. He didn't say very much to me. So, I remember running through my mind everything I had read about the, um, program.
Uncle Chris is one of the men who work for Daddy taking care of us girls. I don't think he is related to Daddy. I believe we just call him Uncle as a form of respect. There are other men who work here too. There is Jeremy, who is like a housekeeper. He cooks and cleans. I think he might be my favorite… he is kind of nice.
Then there is Tommy. I don't like him at all. He does bathing and dressing, among other things. He is just mean. He doesn't seem to have a shred of niceness in him.
You know what? Maybe, I should just introduce them as they come into my retelling.
So, in the limo that day Uncle Chris asked me to drink a small vial of medicine. Of course this freaked me out. He twisted the cap off the ready dose and held it out to me.
"What is it?"
"I do not know the actual medicine. I was instructed to give it to you prior to your physical, to prepare you. Now, do as you are asked so that you do not get in trouble before you even arrive. You need to remember that little girls do not talk back." His eyebrow rose as if asking me if I dared to accept his challenge.
I remember being concerned. There I was in a car, with a man I didn't know, being asked to drink something that I didn't have a clue what would do to me. But hey, I had already signed my life away for four years… what more did I have to lose?
I drank the little bottle, and surprisingly it was almost tasteless. I looked to the window wishing I wasn't so nervous. I almost wished I had taken Eddie Jackson up on the make-out session he offered me in his backseat on prom night two years before. It was my virginity I was the most worried about, anyway. I would like to think that I wouldn't be so worried about the sexual part of this program if I wasn't a virgin.
I woke slowly and with quite a bit of confusion. I was in a carnation pink room with four twin beds and three other girls. I was nice and warm, but there were no blankets and I was naked. I could hear the quiet sound of crying but couldn't make out where it was coming from. There was only one door and it was closed. I was somewhat dizzy and it took a moment to sit up.
When I was finally upright I noticed the girl in the bed across from me was sitting up. This was Caity. She told me right away that the door was locked and saved me the walk. I sat back on the bed I had been in and took stock of myself. Yes, I was indeed naked, even the hair on my kitty was gone! And there was soreness there. Had I been raped while I slept?
I scooted back to the wall and drew my knees to my chest copying the Mexican looking girl. I tried to study her under my lashes. My long red hair fell over my shoulder like a cloak in a mess of curls, helping me to hide my wandering green eyes. She looked terrified. She had some light blond high-lights added to her shoulder-length brown hair. Her eyes were brown and she seemed to be about the same size as Me.
"Are you ok?" I finally asked her.
"I think so… but she doesn't seem to be." She nodded to the girl in the other bed on my side of the room. This girl was curled into a ball and crying. That is where it was coming from. I had heard it but hadn't focused on it. I scooted off my bed and over to hers. She jumped when I touched her and my heart crumbled. I tried to rub her back and soothe her.
"Are you ok, honey?"
"I… don't… know…"she sniffled between words.
"What did they do to you?" I pried, wondering what was to come of the rest of us.
"I… don't … know…" She hiccupped between words as she scooted to sit up and cover her naked breasts. At the same time, she blurted out, "What did they do to you?"
"I don't know either… I was asleep."
"It's seems as if that is the way it was with all of us. And I don't know about you guys but they shaved my twat… and it hurts like hell!" Caity joined Erin and me in conversation. We looked at her when she started to speak. She opened her legs as she said shaved and my face started to feel really warm remembering they had shaved me too.
"Would you stop all the yammering and shut the fucking light off!" Sara, in the last bed, made her introduction. She still had her face down on her folded arms. I remember wondering what her voice would be like if it wasn't muffled by her arms… I have since had the opportunity to hear it and let me just tell you it isn't a joyful noise.
I scooted my back to the wall next to Erin on her bed and motioned Caity to join us, but she didn't. In this position I could pull my knees to my chest and my feet to my bottom. I felt somehow as if this covered my nakedness. The other two girls seemed to do the same. I was just about ready to ask them how they had come to be there when Caity said something about having to pee. We—Erin and I—were agreeing and, lo and behold, the door opened.
A man stepped in and told us we could come out and use the bathroom and sit in the living room. We all got up rather awkwardly, all except Sara, trying to cover ourselves as we stood. It was obvious they had no intentions of giving us clothes to wear. I wanted to pretend I didn't care that I was naked, to stand up tall and proud. I tried really I did. But, it was so hard.
When I stepped out the door there was another man standing at the bathroom door across the hall and two more down the hall at other doors directing us to where there was another bathroom. I was somehow surprised when I spotted the man who had been in the limo the night before. He acknowledged my recognition with a tip of his head and that was it.
Since the other girls were using the bathroom by the bedroom and the living room, I was led to the one in the medical exam room. The house we were in was huge and considering the contract I had signed I shouldn't have been surprised when I walked through the exam room. But, I was.
Having a man stand in the door of the bathroom while you pee is unnerving, enough to almost make me not be able to perform. I asked him to step away promising that I wasn't planning to escape however he didn't even think about it. In fact, he informed me that little girls do not go potty by themselves—and that they need help wiping.
"Oh no… I am not… you are not!" it didn't matter at the time that I was naked arguing with a man almost twice my size about something so silly after I had practically sold my body to this crazy scheme for a Daddy (and I hadn't even seen the man I had signed the papers with yet.) I didn't know his name at the time. I can tell you now that it was Uncle Matt.
Uncle Matt must have been ready for the idea that I would protest. He didn't seem surprised or upset at all. He stood there calmly and told me that nothing else could happen until I went potty and he cleaned me up. He said that all the little girls would be waiting for me and would know that I had been naughty. Of course, I wasn't concerned at whether or not they thought I was naughty.
But, he did however bring my thoughts to the fact that the other girls were going to go through this too. This was all a part of what I signed up for. And it was a part of the fifty-thousand dollars that would pay Wes' way to becoming a doctor. If I had to let someone wipe my butt, I would do it.
I pulled my arm up to my face to cover my eyes. I could pretend… I could be an ostrich. If I couldn't see him then… he couldn't see me? I don't know but I cried as much as I peed it seemed. I nearly jumped from my skin when I felt a cool wipe down there, separating my lips, cleaning me so intimately. He had asked me if I was ready, but… it is hard to be prepared for that.
I nearly took off running out of there when he was done but his voice drew me back. "Alivia, get back here and wash your hands, little girl."
My face was burning. I always wash my hands when I go to the bathroom. How could I forget now? How embarrassing. I felt so childish being reprimanded like that. I was much more reserved after I washed my hands. I waited while he finished drying his own. This time he chucked me under the chin like a child, took my hand in his and headed for the living room we had passed on the way to the bathroom.
Erin was already there tucked in the corner of the couch. I sat by her and looked around in awe. From what I had seen of the house at that point it was huge and beautiful. Now that I have been here longer and seen more, I can only add that it is even more so.
This living room (I will call it the front room) sat open and centered to the whole home around it. There were two huge couches facing each other divided by a fancy area rug. To the left sat an enormous man sized chair, and to the right was a built in bookshelf and entertainment center. I was sitting on the couch facing the door to Daddy's office and the front door. Behind me was the bathroom, hallway, and a mass of other rooms I didn't know then, and so I shall tell you later.
It was while I was sitting there checking things out that the first altercation was occurring. It took a minute for it to sink in but I was hearing loud wailing and slapping sounds. It was muffled but I could make out the girl crying—begging someone to stop and saying she would be good.
Caity, the Mexican looking girl was lead to the living room and sat down across from me. And the crying carried on. Erin was the quiet girl next to me so that just left Sara. It seemed to go on forever that awful crying and pleading blending in with the sound of smacking, and occasionally I could hear the low murmur of a male voice.
Erin was literally shaking next to me. I didn't know who I felt worse for in that moment—Sara for being spanked, or Erin for being so afraid. Of course, I was afraid too, but hardly had time to process it because Trace came into the room from his office and sat in the large chair at the side of the couches.
"Good morning, girls." His gaze traveled over each of us.
I know when I met with him and signed the papers I had been attracted to him. I mean who wouldn't be—he was gorgeous! He was tall, and built like someone worked out regularly. I couldn't really guess his age, maybe early thirties. He had longer wavy blond hair, blue eyes and his voice—it was his low, confident, authoritative—that really sucked me in.
"I see someone is in trouble already first thing this morning. Erin love, are you all right? What is the matter honey?"
He seemed to really care about her distress. I was impressed.
Erin mumbled something hardly recognizable about being nervous. At the same time a sniffling Sara came into the room and sat across from us. Well, sat is not the best word. She did sit, I guess, albeit awkwardly more on her hip and leaning a lot on the arm of the couch and her feet tucked under her.
"It is simple, girls. You truly have nothing to fear unless you disobey. If you are good girls you will be rewarded. But, if you are naughty, you will be spanked or punished."